Mia's POV:
I grabbed the document from Felicity. “I can't believe you were holding this back from us,” I said, unwrapping it.
“Well, if Jackson hadn't berated my skills, I would have told you about it sooner. I don't think anyone else would have thought this was important.” She said.
It was an address. It was one of those safe buildings where each person had a small storage space with a combination. It was also what I recognized as a space in movies to exchange intel or dangerous items without meeting each other.
“You think it's here?” I asked, passing it to the Triplets.
“I know it's here,” Felicity said. She fished out something from her shirt. It was an envelope, ripped at the top to take its content. The letter was still inside. She gave it to me.
This was what was written in the
